Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Azerbaijan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Eve St. Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crooked Eye,
Camberwell Now,
Accadde A,
Swans,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
The Names,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
48th St. Collective,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Young Rascals,
10cc,
Anakelly,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Soft Cell,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Television Personalities,
MC5,
Qualms,
Liliput,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
Model 500,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Severed Heads,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
The New Christs,
Minor Threat,
Gang of Four,
The Evens,
Rapeman,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.